Famously nameless.

Imagination is all to fill the duration

of what can fuel her elation

fast heart beats feet that's calling for patience 

mind tells stories of momentary complacence

while hollow days of ill thyme complain the senses 

of season come, seasons go of nothing but warmed up benches.

 

A key broad pen 

to over explain the how and when

quick eyes to try and find zen, for only then

dreams come awake minus the REM, only her again and again

empty time to be filled with the sum of one rhyme

sometime, through time Thespis writes as a thespian

performing as someone as a lonely tragedy of free days beset by a nameless pedestrian.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A means to an end.

Play games a virtual player

not to literally play her

not just another egotistical maniac 

just a not her, thats defined by conviction of this mans acts 

F the hidden agenda that act behind the scenes 

I would rather focus on Facts that highlight my means  

like Newtons first of an internal act to be at rest vs external actions 

a dyslexic cation pushed to find my cathode, to try and act odes 

her smile means I'm home, welcome to a list of my tome

from life to me tomb for it overcasts, forever it looms 

spitting a tapestry from birth to the inevitable doom

everyone needs a reason for here and to look forward to the after

my aft is her, my navigation is stern with L's to learn lives meaningful Laughter.

 

  

 

 

The greenhouse effect.

Smile a laugh of housing a home

of what was written outside of tomes

for visions have been limited to a mental syndrome

by others that can't see her heart roam 

that r missing the heat that makes hearts groan

for to the sun the seeds are grown

all in an attempt, to plant a home.

A difficult directional change.

Subtle doubt to be without

just food for thought and none for the mouth

a northbound home with a drive down south.

The big picture took too much sight

but seemingly inevitably it left a fallacious appetite

for happy memories to outweigh the plight

of awaken dreams and no good night.

So let mindful moments be my fuel

to feed my days with more then gruel

with instances that let my taste buds rule

and gift my eyes with sweet beauty's school

instead of an empty picture, drawn by this fool.